Ho sognato di essere un gabbiano

nuvola fresca

soffio delle stagioni più calde.

Volteggio

in grandi spirali

aspettando una picchiata risolutrice.

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Gabbiani

Non so dove i gabbiani abbiano il nido,

ove trovino pace.

Io son come loro,in perpetuo volo.

La vita la sfioro com'essi l'acqua ad acciuffare il cibo.

E come forse anch'essi amo la quiete,

la gran quiete marina,

ma il mio destino è vivere

balenando in burrasca.

(Vincenzo Cardarelli)

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Be

Lost

On a painted sky

Where the clouds are hung

For the poet's eye

You may find him

If you may find him

ThereOn a distant shore

By the wings of dreams

Through an open door

You may know him

If you may

Be

As a page that aches for a word

Which speaks on a theme that is timeless

And the one God will make for your day

Sing

As a song in search of a voice that is silent

And the Sun God will make for your way

And we dance

To a whispered voice

Overheard by the soul

Undertook by the heart

And you may know it

If you may know it

While the sand

Would become the stone

Which begat the spark

Turned to living bone

Holy, HolySanctus, sanctus

Be

As a page that aches for a word

Which speaks on a theme that is timeless

And the one God will make for your day

Sing

As a song in search of a voice that is silent

And the one God will make for your way

(dall'album Jonathan Livingston Seagull, Neil Diamond)